Serial Lover
You've killed, and
You will live
To go kill again!...
...With the
Smoke,
And the
Sex,
And the
Legs
That descend
Into blackness...
...I cannot see
Beyond milky
Stems...
...I'm the caretaker
Here,
But beyond
You
Is death...
...I've been shackled
To love
For the length of my
Breath...
...How does one become
Blind to
The bugs on his face?...
...I've given up life
For a vacuous chase...
You've killed, and
You will live
To go kill again!...
...With the
Smoke,
And the
Sex,
And the
Legs
That descend
Into blackness...
...I cannot see
Beyond milky
Stems...
Can you serve up
My entrails, and
Show me the jewel
Stashed in my
Intentions?...
...Feel like a drug
Mule
Who's kept my
Heart silent,
Walled up in
Your crypt...
...Now your standing
Defiant with
Your rider's whip...
You've killed, and
You will live
To go kill again!...
...With the
Smoke,
And the
Sex,
And the
Legs
That descend
Into blackness...
...I cannot see
Beyond milky
Stems...
My Serial Lover...
...So wet
Are your
Thighs!...
Brought to climax
Again
By horror in
Their eyes...
My Serial Lover...
...You sink like
A stone
At the base of my
Memory...
Can't leave
Your
Malice alone...
...Your the venomous
Scab
That I tear through
To find
All the harm to
Myself
That I'd ofttimes
Denied...
You've killed, and
You will live
To go kill again!...
...With the
Smoke,
And the
Sex,
And the
Legs
That descend.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
I Like to Watch
I've been told that
I like to watch.
Strike a pose!...
Tie yourself in knots!...
I'll look on as a
Child who's trained...
Take a bow, we are
One and the same!...
What's on your channel,
Girl?...
What's coming in?...
Whatever the weather
I think we can win,
Just as long as we're
Satisfied
With our living
Tableau...
...Truth needs a garden,
And some dry land
To grow...
Please disclose!...
I like to watch...
Blades unfold at
The slightest touch...
Who's that hand that
Bends for your kiss?...
I'll lie low, and
Recall what I missed...
Letting hands guide you,
Love...
Drenched to the bone!...
...You play the pleasing
Flower...
I'll play the drone...
...Suspect I'd defy you
If I dare to invade
Your Promised Land,
Shangri-La...
...Immersed
In the shade...
I've been told that
I like to watch.
Strike a pose!...
Tie yourself in knots!...
I'll look on as a
Child who's trained...
Take a bow, we are
One and the same!...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Grand Shadow, or Not
I was given a
Gift...
Never knowing
From Whom...
...That dark
Night in Egypt,
Standing close
To a tomb...
A storm had begun!...
...It was felt
In the sky!...
...Old beggarly
Woman
Sold me
Horus's eye
On a locket I
Wore
Ever since that
Strange eve...
...I gazed at it's
Design
As a flash of light
Gleamed...
...Trapped in her
Gaze!...
Willing bank notes
From me,
She bestowed me
With this...
...Deadly mood
I won't shake...
...Grand Shadow, or
Not,
We must not be
Deceived!...
...There are
Scorpions climbing
Up out of the
Sand!...
I was given a
Gift...
"...Kindly hold out
Your hand
If you'd
Like to amass
Charity
From the G*ds..."
...Still see her
Lax frock...
...With the odds,
And her ends...
I've absorbed every
Memory
Through the gifts
She would send...
I was given a
Gift,
But the wager
Was grave!...
The night winds
Barked down
As I
Gave it a whirl
And attempted
To conjure
Her oyster
From my pearl...
...Omen
Blossoms
In bloom!...
And there's nearly
No room
For the living, and
Dead...
Though her will
Has been fed...
I was given a
Gift...
Never knowing
From Whom...
...That dark
Night in Egypt,
Standing close
To a tomb...
© 2017====== Bunny Villaire
I AM THAT GIRL
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who was comfortable wearing red lipstick
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who flaunted her figure, no matter the size
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who loved others so much it lead to self love
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who made something out of nothing
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who knew who she was.....and liked herself
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who accepted that she was completely "flawsome"
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who rocked her nerdiness
I always wanted to be the kind of girl
who didn't care if she was graffiti in an art gallery
Today.......
I am that girl
Gen-X is 30 Something
I can remember times
Where the only lines drawn
Were on broken glass top tables
From second hand stores
In first apartments
On third floors
When our only inhibition
Was the fear of being found a fraud
For having reservations
And slight hesitations
Of being the first generation to die for the
un-cause
Of self
Something changed
Was it us
Them
Or are we all still the same
Suburban poison mixed at twice the rate
The lethal dose
Two point five kids and a pension
Collagen and perfect tits
To ease the tension
Of a receding life-line
To confidence
Holding on to murky truths
With popular politics
And obscure tattoos
Because somehow if it's permanent
If you can snap a million self-portraits
Then you don't need to bother with proof
Vicarious belonging
Widens the voids for longing
And desperation
To fill the hole with dirt
And other decaying matter
Helps us hide the lie
That only our life matters
And therefore only we
Can be hurt